Tag Archive: Writing

I want to dance with you tonight.

(Easy life and quiet death-Sir Walter Scott) (We poets in our youth begin with gladness; but there off in the end despondency and madness- Wordsworth) I want to dance with you tonight. Sober… Continue reading

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The madness train.

The madness train A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Time to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late.      The Madness train.             I’m twisted up.            Hogties to bullshit.             I’m strangled with useless… Continue reading

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The sweet Melody of love.

The sweet Melody of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Without love. What do we become?                 The sweet Melody of love.. We were lovers once. Your words upon a sheet of paper saved… Continue reading

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The city of lights or anywhere.

The city of lights or anywhere. We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his whiskey. I love Paris, kind Paris hide the secrets well. Lover’s danced… Continue reading

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Did we love? Did we bleed?

Did we love? Did we bleed? Oh, la, la, l, dear love, I sang to you, I sang for us.We were whiskey nights and whiskey kisses.I loved you more than life and you… Continue reading

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Just a song.

Just a song… Pretty girl asked him for a dance. He saw the prettiest gal he ever seen and he told her. Would be my pleasure. She smiled and she told him. Merci… Continue reading

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The willow tree.

The willow trees…. Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can.The bright eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I come to you… Continue reading

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She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me.

She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me. 1- A Summer day…The birds were singing near me.Lake St. Clair was alive and dancing for the children.The sun-kissed my face… Continue reading

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When the drinker prays.

When the drinker prays… Once brave man, once soldiers, once business man and now a grandfather. He watched his world fall into madness and he pours three fingers of Gentleman Jack. Once he… Continue reading

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Slip and fall..

Slip and fall.. I requested some kind words. I asked her to tell me. I love you. Please tell me, you will wait for me and please make these seconds, we have left.… Continue reading

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